A Meditation on Relationship

We make our own crossroads.

With bow in hand I will meet you there

Your will must take you there too.

For our will does our hearts beckoning.

There is magic, but we must choose to follow

There are signs, but we must make choices between them all.

Relationships are about choosing each other despite our wounds.

Choosing to walk alongside no matter how broken or unfit we seem.

We can live inside a cave until we are perfected or done,

But we will never be done.

In the meantime there are those in the blinding daylight

willing to be seen, exposed…together.

-Rumi

It is not the more comfortable route, but it is the path of the alive, the risk of being real in this

lifetime, the path of no regret that we allow ourselves to shine all we came with, onto the world

while we are here.

We are good enough, we are ready, Always and at every moment just as we are.

The question then becomes, “Are we willing’?

Do we say, "oh I can't yet...I have to work on myself."  Or can we see that we are wanted and

loved NOW,  just as we are.

Because when love comes, if we turn away, if we hold it at bay, if we ask it to wait a long while, it

will turn to look for a place that wants it...that wants to explore, play, grow and be tended. That is

willing to do all that without neat packaging. 

I have a friend who recently told me that perhaps one shouldn’t enter relationship till one knows themselves. But, how can we truly know ourselves without the reflection of others? Our ego is so powerful it might convince us we have it all together. But the mirror of others is where we really begin to see where our dark is, where our gifts are, where our shame lies. Then we must take those things and do our own work, claim our own shit, heal our own hearts but all along knowing we are not alone.

This individualistic society has us trying to heal alone too…through counseling instead of counsel, through one partner instead of community, through not letting ourselves fall apart with each other instead of doing just that and the collective holding us, allowing it not to be so heavy of a burden that we choose not to look at it for fear of it crushing us, destroying us.

Instead we numb, drink, zone out, push down, pretend. It is destroying our villages and our ability to know and help one another.

Fear stands between you and the one(s) you know you love, the one(s) who love you. And only you can decide whether to risk growing alongside another, letting them stir you, hold you, lift you and knock down, see you in your strength and in your pain.

For what you could create with your solitary heart in your solitary world, you must bring to another to truly grow, give, receive and witness.

Let it all in.

Let them in.

Let yourself out.

Let us see each other as we truly are and all bask in our beauty together.